[Just Ice]
Just Ice
The immortal
Come on
As we move
[DJ Premier scratches]
"The flow pro poetical with sk**s only a vet'll know"
[Just Ice]
Just Ice international
[DJ Premier Scratches]
"Me and my crew, we run rampant"
"Ain't no mystery or fantasy"
"The flow pro poetical with sk**s only a vet'll know"
"Just Ice"
[Just Ice]
Caution, red alert, time to do work
Mammy with the wet lips sippin on some crist'
And em
Over there, honey drinking belvedere
Smoking blunts everywhere sayin peace to Premier
Yeah, a** shakin, get this thing poppin
Ass for the takin, got that sh** rockin
b**hes one side, n***as on the next
We thinkin about cake, they talkin about s**
I'm talkin toastas and roastas, ain't always tryin to pose
I'm gettin closer and closer that gun push your nose up
Y'all feel, me feel me, even if you can't see me
From the streets to the beat, let it go, yo watch me freak
Okay, here's the final round, this is how it goes down
I got six loaded clips, sick corroded clips
Double dare everywhere, Hennesey and the Cris'
We gettin drunk and smoked out whole room gettin choked out
Hydro and a flow, this b**h wanna toke but nope
Stay strong, nothing love of my team
The part I play is strong, but we got to get the cream
By any means we stay doin our thing
Motherf**ers so dumb they can't figure where it's coming from
They got schools wrong, all they do is pull triggers
All they do: dig out b**hes, some even diggin n***as
What the f**? The rap game changin everyday
Hard rocks walk away, now this sh** is turning gay
All I say, you come hear it with me, you get your sh** broke the f** up
Your cap get twisted, I spit it
Just Ice, colossus, immortal
Any time that I come I got some bangin' sh** for you
So y'all just chill, sit back relax
That real motherf**er is back, that's a rap
Gangsta
[DJ Premier scratches]
"Me and my crew, we run rampant"
"Ain't no mystery or fantasy"
"The flow pro poetical with sk**s only a vet'll know"
"Just Ice"
"Me and my crew, we run rampant"
"Ain't no mystery or fantasy"
"The flow pro poetical with sk**s only a vet'll know"
[Big Daddy Kane]
Look, I'm from the streets where them kids like clapping
Corner stores sell the midnight dragon
Got right out the game and had to get right back in
Any day, sh** might happen
And that be on the real, cats be on your heels
Gats be on reveal
I got n***as that seen trial
I got some n***as about to walk the green mile
Up in the penal
Meanwhile i try to excel deeper
Make my pockets smell sweeter
With cheddar spreading more than velveeta
Make sure you flip the dough
In the the two triple o
Come through sip the Mo'
I be that true gigolo
See me gettin a** in the ride
Scrub style from the pa**enger side
You askin to die?
sh**, couldn't f** with this on your best night
I scream let's fight
n***as turn transvestite
And don't dress right
When the red light is pointed at your chest sight
You just might, wanna check your vest tight, n***a
[DJ Premier scratches]
"Me and my crew, we run rampant"
"Ain't no mystery or fantasy"
"The flow pro poetical with sk**s only a vet'll know"
"Just Ice"
"Me and my crew, we run rampant"
"Ain't no mystery or fantasy"
"The flow pro poetical with sk**s only a vet'll know"
"Just Ice"